isaac newton

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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hiding from the rain

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Style

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

13, H, grate

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.